I've just got here, through Paris, from the sunny southern shore;
I to Monte Carlo went, just to raise me winter's rent.
Dame Fortune smiled upon me as she'd never done before,
And I've now such lots of money, I'm a gent.
Yes, I've now such lots of rhino, I'm a gent.
As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink at the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.
I stay indoors till after lunch, and then my daily walk
To the great Triumphal Arch is one grand triumphal march,
Observed by each observer with the keenness of a hawk,
I'm a mass of money, linen, silk and starch -
I'm a mass of money, linen, silk and stahahahahrch.
As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink at the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.
I patronised the tables at the Monte Carlo Hill
Till they hadn't got a sou, for a Christian or a Jew;
I then flew off to Paris for the charms of mad'moiselle,
Who's the darling of me heart. What can I do?
When with twenty tongues she swears that she'll be true?
(slurred)
As I walk along the Bois Boolong
With an independent air
You can hear the girls declare,
"He must be a Millionaire."
You can hear them sigh and wish to die,
You can see them wink at the other eye
At the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.
Written and Composed by Fred Gilbert in 1892. Sung by Charles Coburn.